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By B.K. Date: 2008 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.15.08.27.20253]] |
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Wrestling with love is like trying to pin the wind Like trying to stop a train with your bare hand It’s like trying to catch a shadow Or trying to reel in a shark on a safety pin It’s like reaching for a musical note on the rise Or trying to create a lead butterfly It’s an ink blot to confuse Yet few will conceptualize It is a stitch in time that might not mend If we only knew my friend What the missing piece to the puzzle intends You must let love come to you freely Earn grace slowly and sweetly Until that light house Builds its might to light up the night Then when your heart is spirited away You’ll have better things to do And more important things to say Cause wrestling is for midget minds Mine grew a little bit bigger today I'm beginning to think maybe it's like dog training And this is all I’m going to convey ©Winterbk2008 |